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I was thinking about my own penmanship and wondered if i could focus myself and correct it at such a late stage. I write like chicken scratch. Lately it's become a mix of cursive and that regular text whos term i forget atm as im really stoned. discusss...
"Printing". Don't bother with the handwriting thing. You could practice your typing though. Be proud of your unique writing style. Everyone's is a mix of cursive and printing. In kindergarten they teach you to print, and you print until 3rd grade and then you have to write only in cursive. Then in 5th grade you have print again and your writing is forever a messed up combo of both.
Quote: SmOakland said: In kindergarten they teach you to print, and you print until 3rd grade and then you have to write only in cursive. Then in 5th grade you have print again and your writing is forever a messed up combo of both.
Yeah I never quite understood that.
I suppose it's because everything is printed in print ergo we write in it. I guess the idea behind teaching cursive to primary's is that, hopefully, by the time they finish primary, writing in cursive will feel natural to them. However, this is clearly not the case.
P.S. I have very poor and bizarre handwriting as well.
-------------------- andyistic said: Ok so let me bring you idiots up to speed. The admins are tired of this shitfest being made the joke of the weed community on the Internet.
I don't mind my poor penmanship as it's almost like a code that only I can decipher.
-------------------- kickin-two-hundo said: you know what i did in english class? I came to class stoned out of my mind every day, i chugged vodka in the back of class, i put dead fish in the ceiling tiles. i put a gallon of old milk and orange juice in the file cabinet before winter vacation. i brought snakes in a tied up sweater and let them loose during class. i didnt go to school to learn, i went because i had to. i didnt care, and i didn't fucking listen to that stupid bitch. and i still don't fucking care. i tore the pages out of her books and burned them, and threw away all the books in the class, two books per day.